Welcome to the laboratory of Professor D. Mented—though no one calls it that anymore. Around here, people just whisper about the place where your phobias come to life.

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Years ago, the professor claimed he could cure the human mind. His invention—the “phobia extractor”—didn’t just treat fear. It pulled it out, raw and writhing, from deep inside his patients. He sealed each one in glass vials and lined them neatly across his shelves, labeling them like trophies: arachnophobia, claustrophobia, nyctophobia. The air itself seemed to hum with what he had stolen.

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At first, he said it was for research.

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But something changed.

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Some say it happened late one night, when a vial cracked open on its own. Others say the fears began whispering to him, seeping through the glass, crawling into his thoughts. Whatever the cause, the professor stopped trying to cure fear… and started feeding it.

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Now the lab is no longer a place of science—it’s a trap.

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The vials don’t just sit quietly anymore. They tremble. They rattle. Sometimes, if you stand still long enough, you’ll swear you can hear scratching from inside… or breathing that isn’t yours.

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Visitors who wander in don’t stay long.

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The doors lock behind you. The lights flicker. And one by one, the bottles begin to open.

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If you listen closely, you might hear the professor’s voice echoing through the halls—soft, delighted, and much too close:

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“Let’s see what you’re afraid of.”

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Try not to scream.

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It only makes them stronger.